Slashers Are Babies

You best believe Miguel was furious with you. Jessica was starting to patch up your bleeding face as Miguel stormed the room. "I told you not to go." He huffed. "Miguel -" Jessica tries to say only for him to cut her off. "No! I told him!" He angrily stomps his foot like a jackrabbit. "Still. Y/n was only trying to help -" He doesn't look at her. "Get out!" She scoffs. "You can't be serious." He turns towards you both. "I am. Get out. I'll deal with him alone." She sighed and kissed you goodbye on your cheek. "Good luck." You gave her a tired smile. "Thanks..." The door to the medical room closes, and you are suddenly aware of how Miguel is staring at you.

Nothing is said between you for a solid minute. "Well?!" You gulped, not sure what to say. "Um... sorry?" Miguel looks so done with you. "Sorry? Is that all you can fucking say to me. I TOLD you not to go on that mission for a damn reason and now look at you." His face softens as your beat-up face looks down shameful.

"Hand over your bracelet." You looked up at him. "What?!" "If I can't trust you to do as I say, then you don't deserve the privileges I give you." Miguel never missed an opportunity to remind you that he was in charge or that you are a part of the spider society because he declares it so. You slowly take it off and hand it over. Miguel takes and trades Lyla for a day pass. He is quick to take your wrist and put it on you.

He then snatches the washcloth Jessica was using to clean you and takes your chin in his hand. You winced as he began to clean you up. You are scared to say something else, not wanting to piss him off, so you stay quiet. Miguel doesn't look you in the eyes despite being so close to you as he stands in between your legs. Your eyes widen as you see he's holding back tears. "Turn." He says, moving your chin slowly to the side. Miguel shoots a small neon web on your cut to help close it. "I'm sorry..." You say again this time it's filled with regret. Miguel turns your chin to face him again so he can look into your eyes. A tear falls from his eye. "Why did you go? I told you not to..." He asked. You couldn't hold eye contact with him, but he kept guiding your face back to him. "Why?" He asked under his breath. "B-because... I thought I could do it... I'm a Spider-Man... I just wanted to help..." Miguel doesn't know what comes over him when he bends down to kiss your lips. You gasped lightly in surprise. "Don't ever do something so fucking stupid again. I will NOT lose someone else that I love. I won't." You looked at him in complete shock. "Y-you love me?" Even Miguel looks shocked by his own words.

Clenching his jaw, he looks outside the huge window. "Yeah... I guess I do..." Miguel is silent as he waits for a response. You bite your lip thinking of what to say. "Miguel?" He sighed and looked at you. "Yeah?" You yank him in and kiss him. His big lips are warm on yours. Miguel couldn't help but moan and press himself against you. His huge body made you feel safe. For the first time, Miguel feels as if he could finally scratch his need for you. It was like an alcoholic relapsing. His kissing became desperate. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling your crotch to his. "Miguel -" you tried to say only for your words to be smothered. His tongue found its way inside your mouth and explored like he was afraid this would be the only time he'd be able to. "Fuck~" Miguel groans against your lips before beginning to make out with your neck. You bite your lip from the pleasure and are hesitant. "Miguel. I...mhm... this is too fast..." Your words went in one ear and out the other. It wasn't till his hand traveled up your thigh, causing you to yelp he stops. The sound makes him pull away completely. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He questioned, looking at your cut-up's thigh. You shake your head. "It's fine." You hissed in pain. Miguel pulls your head to him by your neck and kisses the top of your head before pulling you into a hug. "Sorry. I just got a little carried away." He chuckled then shoots webs on your cuts.

You looked down at your injury, sadly still embarrassed by your failures. Miguel lifts your chin to look at him and then gives you a peck on the lips. "I need you to get some rest. Okay? I have so unfinished business to take care of." You nodded. "You're mine." He whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek sweetly. You pulled back. "Um... Do you think we could slow down? I don't want to move too fast." Miguel looks at you confused. "W-well... I just want to go on a couple of dates first to see if we're compatible and..." You trail off when you hear Miguel chuckle to himself. "What?" You questioned. "He shakes his head before looking back at you with shadowed eyes. "Trust me, love, we can skip the formalities. We are very much compatible with one another. You don't have to worry about that." He brushes his knuckles over your cheek. "You're my fiance now. I'm the only one who can keep you safe." You're eyes widen. "F- I'm not gonna marry you!" His eyes darken. "I wasn't asking. Do you think that kiss meant anything less to me than an 'I do?' " He turns his back and heads for the door. "Wait!" You try to stand but can't due to the pain. "I'll come visit you after I'm done taking care of business." With that, he slammed the doors closed and locked them.

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